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Loly trsth and i1s baked beans Il Boston.
Bur se are ia the woods win dos ana
| gun this golden snf0ma aay. How easy
i soald be 70 shoot that glossy i0x squirrel
on ths oolsA yoalsF. aud Rover ~h-nes
and looks Fspsoylngly fFom ulan 10 his easy
victim for ghs holding back Of the shot
Bat see the lovely mate OF ths chlFfuplng
oes4ly has whipped oa.oi her cozy nszt ana
they are happily caresz.ng each other. Did
you ever SEQ more De@lscAsng grace OF
nlore natural, gushing aHeotiong She even
accepts the hall OF cracked nut from his
mouth. KISS Passing. no doubs, with the
courtesy.
Mauisdf 0f course they are. the same
as doves and ducks faithfully mate with
each other Did you not know that many
OF the lower animals" sre above the di-
vorce coargS2 That loxy groom aud his
playful bride know 10 other osdiellOws-
ss Audabon has amply demonstrated.
Their wedlocx means for life or a separa-
ton 6y the cruel sportsnlan's gun. HE
10 your. nests, innocent csrsssing
beauuss-for l would shoot my Rover
As soon as you. Damned be the
man who loves potpie more than
= forest nuptial-couch in the trunk OF that
towering fragrant hemlockl How golden
scarlet and artis:icaliy bedecked the foliage
Never was Princess parlor carpeted more
royalty than leaf bestrewed woodland.
They know that the trees live, that they
are born from the acorn as feather be-
/ spangled chicken from the egg, or child
from It's mothers womb; they can feel, too.
as the microscope fully shows; suffer when
abused. bleed when wounded. drink IN the
rain and the nectar dsws. feed upon the
nourishing earth, and die when shot to the
heart. Can they ka0,e-eyen if ever sc
lttle?
Tha. brood of quails does yonder. See
how the old mother Clacks them away into
} the bushes All, but they are knowing
! birdiings Us well rs beauties. Who made
, those glossy feathers for them-a dashing
suit, ahead o: anything IN a Grand Rapid.
a clothing house? Was ever Valley City
. maid decked in such gaudy plumage. Anc
how their wondering bewltching eyes peeI
out at Rover and me. would soon fee,
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come and fix about among the frost paint
ed leaves At my call. No. l cannot shoe
the birds, Rover, for they have fathers,
mothers brothers, sisters and happy homes
D as well as YOU aud I-or even Kings an'
a Queens. They have also little warm hearts
3 that now 60 pit-u-pst with fear, a
: our TO them huge invasion and approach
|. 70 this sylvan dell-theIr home. The quail
3 have heads, too, filled with happy, innocen
brains, which throb and reason 20 their ful
capacity.
n Viii there be feathered songsters anC
q flowers in heaven, l wonder9 Why not?
Here-down dogl Would you chase tina
merry rabbit He never went out to nibbi
a succulent fruit bush even, nor did th
world knowing harm. No doubt his joll,
or anxious wife is close by, trembling at IN
sight of this vile gun. Should we kill Ia
father how lonesome she would be througl
I. the long. cold Winter. aud the dark storm,
?. nights Did you not know that rabbits
- and even dogs, have died of such sorrow
And there the little family that may b
waiting for them. aud they never cominI
back.
No-no-there is too much Of God in th
= sunny. balmy woods today tor a murderon
hunt.
- Only hear the music Of the trembling an
? falling leaves. played upon by the hands G
e the breeze Its ike angels touching invis
le ib.e .Eo.esn harps in the skies. This air
RI rare. old wiae. rich and pure ss that whic
n Jesus made. Who can but feel the mas
y uetism Il the very ground Coed Moths
al Earth. Rover and viii lounge and refres
"a upon your sumptuous bosom. Il il 5etts
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OF Gods playful little creatures. How "a
away aud beautiful the blue vault OF hesve
= seems, as We lie on our backs and look u
throsgh TIE tree tops Do you suppose Ii
angsls-those thai We loved ard lost-s
fondly looking down and smiling upon a.
IL can almost see nv dar'ings lsr avs
&c tbsrs. and hesr tos.n. IS o. oil, vhisperir
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st almoss io8g TO he sitB them.
70 FOR We have cold Winters here, Rovsr-ys
n siss sFaT m7 fears dog you ms
r. 1 be immortal. and sport sb3at up sbsrs, OF
~ Of these DAYS.
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